Alle Kapitel von Moonlit Dominion: She-Wolf Ascendant: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Nyx watches as Lorenzo shifts into his wolf form beside her. His body is powerful—muscles tense under his thick coat, eyes gleaming with an intensity that promises no mercy. The wild wolves circle them, their growls low and menacing, red eyes glowing with rage. In the middle of them all, Jacob stands with a mocking smile, daring them to make a move.Clenching her fists, Nyx tilts her head back and lets out a powerful howl, her call echoing through the darkened forest. Moments later, answering howls ripple in response, the pack’s wolves signaling that they’re on their way. Relief and determination flood her; they just need to hold out until reinforcements arrive.Jacob’s smirk wavers, his eyes flickering with surprise at the sound of incoming wolves. He quickly masks his unease, putting on a cold, arrogant sneer.“You called for your pack mates, huh?” Jacob scoffs, crossing his arms. “You really think numbers will make a difference here?”Nyx’s gaze narrows as she steps closer. “You ca

I lie awake, staring into the darkness of our den. The quiet presses down on me, amplifying the thoughts I’ve tried so hard to ignore. Enzo’s sleeping between me and Nyx, his small form warm and steady, his breaths even and soft. Every rise and fall of his chest reminds me of what I have, and more painfully, what I stand to lose. He’s growing up so fast; it feels like just yesterday he was a baby in our arms, and now he’s almost two, full of life and energy. I look over at Nyx. Her hand rests near his shoulder, protectively, even in her sleep. She’s beautiful—fierce and kind in a way that seems almost otherworldly. I watch her now, her face peaceful, a rare sight, given the constant threats around us. She bears the weight of Blood Moon Pack with such strength. But even she deserves more than I can give. The curse on my heart leaves me with only a few short years—just eight years left. I press a hand against my chest, feeling the sharp, invisible spike that’s slowly tightening, const

I wake up gasping for air, heart pounding as though I’ve just sprinted miles. The remnants of my dream linger like dark shadows in my mind—a godly figure, eyes fierce, dripping with some cosmic wrath. The Lycan God. He warned me, his voice echoing like a thousand storms, Time is ticking, Lorenzo. Six years_ six years before the curse runs its course. I sit up, pressing a hand to my chest as though it could steady the frantic beat within. My eyes drift to Enzo, sleeping peacefully beside Nyx. He’s just a small kid now, two years old, but the Lycan’s words won’t leave my mind, the prophecy of the curse. He might get his wolf before he’s even eight, he’d said. And that means I’m running out of time. Six years_only six years left with my family, my life. I reach out, brushing a hand softly over Enzo’s little soft hair, swallowing down the tightness that clogs my throat. I can’t break down here, not where they can see. Carefully, I slide off the bed, making my way outside.The night air

Nyx lies awake in the dark, her gaze fixed on the shadows that stretch across the ceiling. Silence presses down around her, thick and unyielding, but inside, her thoughts are anything but still. Lorenzo’s face, that flash of hurt in his eyes, lingers in her mind. She feels regret clawing at her, but the ache inside her chest refuses to ease. Each word from their argument replays, bitter and sharp, cutting deeper each time. What should have she said instead? Slowly, she raises a hand to her cheek, feeling the faint trace of her own dried tears. She sighs and lets her hand fall, wrapping her arm instead around Enzo, who sleeps soundly beside her. His small, steady breaths fill the quiet room, a soothing rhythm that momentarily distracts her from her turmoil. She clings to the warmth of his little body, the only comfort she can find tonight.Morning light filters in through the window, casting a pale glow across the room. Nyx knows she has to get up, her duties won’t wait, no matter how

I watch Enzo sleep, his small breaths steady against the blanket. He’s only two, but every time I look at him, it feels like he's older, like he understands more than he should. He's not naughty much, adorable and happy. Nyx stands beside me, her arms crossed. She looks at Enzo the same way I do now, guarded, with a shadow of worry we can’t shake.“I feel like the air around us has changed,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. I nod, not taking my eyes off our son. “I feel it too. It’s like_ there’s something we can’t see yet, just lurking.”Nyx moves closer, reaching out to touch Enzo's cheek. “We’ll protect him, no matter what. Though I don't get the deal about the Lycan God. What the fuck does he even want?""I don't know," I look away, trying to ignore that topic. As if in response, a sharp caw sounds from outside, breaking the quiet. We both turn, looking at the small window. A raven sits on the windowsill, a rolled parchment tied to its leg.“Do you think it’s_?” I